Chapter 266 - 266 264 Apricot Blossoms in the Night

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266: Chapter 264: Apricot Blossoms in the Night 266: Chapter 264: Apricot Blossoms in the Night The sword tip transformed into a fiercely sharp blue radiance, flung from his sleeve, shooting back behind him! But in the next instant, he lost all sensation of the Autumnwater Sword. Baili An remained unpanicked, his gaze growing increasingly composed. In a very short time, Fang Geyu comprehended the power of this female corpse. She hesitated slightly, because from start to finish, she had never sensed any murderous intent from the female corpse toward either of them. Since their lives weren’t in danger yet, she tightly gripped the sword in her hand, hesitating in this moment because of a secret she had harbored for many years. It was this brief hesitation that gave the woman in the red garment the opportunity she needed. She stepped out from the wall, her mouth opening to spit out the Autumnwater Sword. The blow from Baili An had actually allowed her to swallow the Autumnwater Sword whole. When Baili An turned his head to prepare for battle, he saw her sneer scornfully and lightly tap the drumhead at her waist with her callused fingers. “Buzz——” The sound produced wasn’t at all like the dull, heavy drum sound, but rather resembled a more piercing and sharp sonic wave, like a sharp needle forcefully probing into the ears, piercing through the eardrums and skull, deeply penetrating the Sea of Consciousness. It seemed capable of brutally drilling through a person’s brain and consciousness! The female corpse’s sneering smile, was the last image Fang Geyu saw before fading into unconsciousness. Hearing the two of them fall one after the other, the female corpse slowly stepped toward them. Now, the empty and lifeless face was turned toward the longsword that had fallen to the ground by the unconscious Fang Geyu. She crouched down, her finger reaching toward the sword. Before her fingertip could even touch the scabbard, it trembled as if struck by something invisible and forcefully withdrew. At last, a glimpse of fear emerged in her unfocused eyes. Unwilling to touch the sword again, the female corpse squatted on the ground, her fingertips habitually caressing the calluses there. She spaced out for a while, then suddenly, made a surprising move. Her cold palm gently brushed Baili An’s face. Without thoroughly caressing it, the rough fingertip merely touched his nose bridge and swiftly retracted. The face of the female corpse remained calm, but her vacant eyes twinkled with a resentful sheen. A stain of indelible crimson bubbled up in her eye whites, her pupils swirling with a chilling fury, tumultuous, cursing. In the hollow and lengthy night, the female corpse let out a desolate cold laugh. … … The night was gloomy with dark clouds pressing down on the city. As the watchman’s call just passed, the border city inn lay silent deep into the night. Ji San, accustomed to poverty, though now staying in an inn without worry for food or clothing, still habitually economized the candlelight at night. Two out of three bright lamps were extinguished, leaving only one with a dim glow. Under the dim light of the candlestick, she slowly drank her warm porridge. After Baili An had left, he had instructed the inn’s servant to deliver meals into the room four times a day, punctually. A sudden night breeze pushed the inn’s window open. The candle, though untouched by the night wind, inexplicably snuffed out with a “pop”. Ji San lifted her bewildered gaze to the brightly burning candlewick, which seemed as if slashed by a scythe. Utilizing the remaining glow of the candle, she saw a sharp trace where the wick had been cut. The severed spark slowly sank into the wax pool, gleaming, then fading. Light from the street lanterns spilled into the room like flowing silver, illuminating the inn’s wooden planks. Apart from casting Ji San’s small shadow, unbeknownst to her, a tall and slender man’s figure also appeared at the window. His shadow, elongated and distorted by the light, diffused with a tangible nefariousness. Ji San’s porcelain bowl fell from her hands, shattering into sharp pieces. She clutched her wrist and cried out in pain. Her eyes welled up with tears, but she saw the blurry imprint around her wrist continuously morphing and twisting. Finally, it took on the familiar form of an apricot blossom. Only this time, the apricot blossom had four petals. The girl’s face turned pale with fear. Like being abruptly gripped by the throat by a demon’s bloodied hand in a peaceful dream and dragged back to reality, she tumbled from her chair, cutting her knee on the sharp porcelain shards, and fresh blood began to pour. She looked at the man at the window who was lightly smiling and touching the flower, covering her mouth with both hands, her twisted little face filled with tear streaks and panic. “Tsk tsk tsk… look at this pitiable sight, truly heartbreaking.” The man approached step by step, bending down to lick the blood seeping from Ji San’s knee wound. The ice-cold, slimy sensation of his tongue numbed the young girl’s body, her limbs going cold, and she didn’t even have the courage to whimper. The man sighed, his face wearing a gentle smile as he gently ruffled the young girl’s head. Neither his expression nor tone resembled a fierce ghost that had been dreadfully fierce for three thousand years, but rather resembled the good-tempered older brother next door. Yet the words he uttered were utterly chilling, “Ji San, you do know how to flee. As a sacrifice, it would have been good for you to obediently let me devour you. Look now, because of your stubborn call for help, so many people have died. Those two kids trying to save you are about to die too. But don’t worry, when I eat people, I leave the bones.” Terrified beyond speech, Ji San tremulously lowered her hands from her mouth, her tear-filled eyes brimming with a deep plea. Ghost sneered disdainfully, yet he heard the weak and sorrowful little creature say, “I… I won’t run anymore. I’ll… let you eat… just… don’t hurt Brother Si Chen and Sister Yu, okay?” Her tears streamed down her face, and from somewhere, she gathered the courage that had frightened her immobile just moments ago, now bowing repeatedly on the ground. Ghost’s smile progressively vanished, his expression slowly darkened. Seemingly reminded of something, a distinct black resentment surged at his brow as he narrowed his eyes, his tone instantly losing its previous playful warmth, “You think you’re in a position to negotiate, with someone merely ant-like, whom I could easily crush with a single finger!” Ghost’s aura instantly grew colder, his cold glare directed at the little creature before him, his eyes displaying unstoppable disgust, “Truly nauseating!” With a sweep of his dark sleeves, Ji San could no longer utter a plea, gripped by the neck like a ghost, she could only let out a pained moan as her nose and mouth were forcefully clenched by a black ghostly hand from the ground. Unable to breathe, her little face turned red, and tears of suffocation furiously surged in her eyes. Under her feet, the solid wooden floor suddenly became like a mire, a vast black shadow spreading across the boards—an impenetrable abyss revealing a dark and sinister world beneath. As if sensing the terrifying aura from below, Ji San struggled desperately, emitting muffled deathly cries. But more ghostly hands, like pliable yet tough strips, wrapped around her, binding her tightly. As if being pulled into Abyss Hell.

Chapter 266 - 266 264 Apricot Blossoms in the Night

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